Carpe Snow Diem

It's a snow day in Seattle. To experience the snowy pleasures, one must seize the moment; for it is but a moment that this kind of thing lasts here. I saw at least three people cross country skiing in the streets. Someone designed a tea pot, cups and even a muffin out of the white stuff on a picnic table. My sweetie and I arranged a lunchtime snow date to get a hot cider (at one of the few shops that was open today) and to run across the street to the park and make a snow angel. It's evening now and already starting to get slushy. Come and gone. I appreciate these brief moments of joy of beauty now more than ever. My yoga practice has taught me that. There are so many sweet moments on the mat (and the meditation cushion), yet they are so fleeting. It's like pure bliss for 10 seconds and then it's gone. But I know it's there to be experienced and if I am present enough, I can experience it. I wonder what it would be like to always be present. Seems like so many opportunities are missed being distracted by silly things, like fighting about who said what and when and how. If I practice being present on my mat, I know it will start to happen more and more off the mat. Happy Snow Day!